He came up in the echo of the fire and the smog rattling of cages in a brain under a shroud Found space to learn in the hills, in the fog But behind his father’s eye a silhouette like smaug Their house was the hood of the Mexican descendants Indigenous and friendless different than the rest just A tribe in the wilderness robotic beyond fences Suffered some attacks but mostly just not on the guest list …little cyborg Mexica in the cypher Diggin’ for messages in the speakaz to decipher capacity for knowledge, so he’d listen to the experts Shouting match with thunder storms and whisper with the zephyr taught ‘em of the goddess how to call on and protect her his hallowed mission was the sonics he’d invest (word) as he generated light, and connected with other sources a blanket of deceit was woven by other forces a harness for the darkness was designed and implemented shards of truth fragmented to reflect only demented versions of the persons as to worsen the perspective of who they really were in this absurd and blurred dimension the sounds that were abound meant to uplift now did distract and any focus that remained was now the subject of attacks with enhancements he did manage to stay balanced and intact and the planet imagined the ballad of see more eye jack
Fade from black to slow pan over a dry, moonlit river valley the foot of SEE MORE EYE JACK steps into the frame the sound of live wires chokes to nothing off camera zoom wide to show him standing before a mountainside of fallen warriors headphones on… charging the enhancements warm up the jetpack flow set to impassion gravity kicks keep his feet to the ground walkin’ in the wasteland upside-down he moves with the light, cuz the shadows eat well leaves a prayer in the dark, where the warriors fell reflected from the moon is the glow of the alloy DNA matched and designed for this bad boy …the arm has a mind of it’s own When it’s intuition sings, it’s a lot to control When in unison it is quite a sight to behold With the two of them in sync, it’s the bomb and explodes All the chupacabras want the prize of his gold Crawlin’ for the contract that’s out on his dome But if they’re options are atomic, he is quantum and so, he walks among the monsters with a calm in his soul almost robotically cold, but very honorably so even the all powerful acknowledge the flow even abominable, from beyond the below even when they’re godly it is awful for foes on a mission up a mountain with an ominous glow facin’ the type of evil that you got to oppose, yo… but you already know, yo… maybe you oughtta go but you al. ready. know
The chupacabra cadre Clamber down the skyway laser site on my way they’re catchin’ up but caught the bait meanwhile, a mile away in a calmer state I’m on the case ‘n’ contemplate what it’ll prolly take To finally make the bottom break focus like I’m pai me Slicker than some pomade Juice flow fresh (while they package it from concentrate) Drop down the alleyways, slip past the watch bots Brim low on tip toes til I hop out to the crosswalk play hopscotch on the thought cops and dodge shots with a pop-lock when it’s poppin’ off like pop rocks or the paparazzi when the alarm goes off honest to god, I wish ‘em well like paramahansa even when I turn ‘em all cole slaw it is so wrong, but makes me grin, it is so raw gun clappers pause – make ‘em hold their applause …with the truth pourin’ outta my jaws …and the sword in my robotic claw Hold on… did I just see what I thought I saw? As he fends off attacks from the chainsaw-handed fire-eyed peace droids SEE MORE EYE JACK casts a glance to his left, sensing a movement in the shadows A density…a bubbling over of sinew and malintent That leaps into the conflict These shadows have weight Their absence takes space They grapple and they grate With they hands in every place Technology upgraded soul suction integrated In their fingers nickel plated Where the sense of touch is simulated I can smell the presence of the souls of the oppressed In they aura, on their breath Drawn to my fist when it is clenched Reduced to adumbration, with the shadow I am drenched life and death - I’m on the fence facing demons that possess I am creative, critical, a threat Voice of the voiceless and voice of the dissent I’m on a mission to uplift yes I am sent SEE MORE EYE JACK, muhfuckaz get bent
I got a mean streak for they space ship I’m michelangelo with magnum for a face lift emblazon a display of the name that they playin’ with put a fat cap to they face, shit Aku’s henchmen and his meddlin’ minions Can’t call ‘em a cog, when they hardly a pinion _You wanna take up space in my dominion? give me the facts, I give a fuck for opinions I’m not sayin’ moms soup ain’t the bomb I’m sayin’ don’t call it a jest when you know that it’s wrong I’m sayin’ don’t call it defense when you’re droppin’ a bomb And acknowledge that it’s terror when you’re droppin’ the bombs, yo I’m droppin’ bombs, tags, and pieces It’s counter terror, counter what police is It’s counter nonsense, and counter to the narrative Counter to what’s makin’ united states an embarrassment A counter strike like a blow from the bowlin’ pins Not to the ball, but establishment that’s ownin’ it …and yo they rentin’ it out All they’ve been repressin’, yo, they lettin’ it out Unleashed upon those that seek to bond And overthrow the systems manufacturin’ pawns the cold plots of the robots throw cold cocks at the whole flock of the know nots til their own knots grow soul rot as a home-grown crop old slow cops slow row of whole block don’t know lots like we won’t fold pops spring load til it goes pop, keep stirrin’ cream - foam float to the top and it don’t stop and we won’t quit…not as long as our mouths keep on openin’ no we won’t stop, and we’ll never quit….not with the art, not with penmanship not with community and activists, not with the militants and pacifists not with our voices and fists raised up, literal or figurative let’s show ‘em what we made of


In honor of the long awaited fifth season of Samurai Jack, SEE MORE PERSPECTIVE and his brother Nye cooked up an EP that puts SEE MORE in the Samurai Jack universe...where he seems to be right at home as the titular character, ‘SEE MORE EYE JACK’.

Exploring future wastelands and cityscapes full of “watch bots”, sci-fi updated “chupacabras”, and “chainsaw-handed, fire-eyed peace droids”, SEE MORE draws biting parallels between our world and the world of Samurai Jack, where the shape shifting master of darkness, Aku’s “evil is law”.

Coming off their last release SEXTAPE (Or My Response to Our Morbidly Underdeveloped Sex Education), this EP finds this producer/MC duo of Nye and SMP in top form, sharpening each other's talents with an array of sounds, styles, and storytelling. After creating a purple make-over of SEXTAPE, in honor of Prince, SEE MORE was honored with a Cedar Commission with cellist Eric Silva Brenneman. With that project, they blended elements of classical, hip hop, spoken word poetry, new mythologies and social allegories. It seems that some of those themes have followed SEE to this new project, where the action and sci-fi get turned up to epic, Samurai-Jack-like proportions.


released April 27, 2017

Produced by Nye

Illustration by Jason Lupas

Written, performed, recorded and engineered by


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SEE MORE PERSPECTIVE Saint Paul, Minnesota

SEE MORE PERSPECTIVE is a Xincanx MC, Producer, Spoken Word Poet, and Social Justice Educator. His work explores mythology, science fiction, spirituality, and the paranormal. Find SEE MORE in a cypher or a seance, pushing conversations about social justice, singing for strangers in a living room, or sharing culture, tradition, and craft in a classroom. ... more

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